Street Brawl

Huang Yue watched Wang Ying leave, sending him his blessings before returning to the Great Soul Arena; he needed to scout for a new partner to team up with.

Otherwise, if he could only participate in one solo soul duel per day, his rate of earning money would drop significantly, and that was absolutely unacceptable.

After Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling finished registering their points, the two of them met up with Ling Yun and the others, walking out of the Great Soul Arena together.

"Let's go! Time to eat, my treat," Yu Tianheng said.

Yu Tianheng took the lead, followed by Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, with Ling Yun behind Ye Lingling and the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo bringing up the rear; with this formation, anyone who didn't know better would think they were heading out to start a fight!

Wherever the group of six passed, the pedestrians on the road consciously scattered.

A portion of the passersby looked at them with eyes full of disgust, clearly mistaking them for spoiled rich kids.

The group felt incredibly awkward and increased their walking speed, wishing only to leave the street as quickly as possible.

After the six of them passed another group of people, a muscular young man among them began to comment, making no effort to hide his disdain.

"Look at their arrogant and domineering appearance; these nobles are truly infuriating. What the hell are they acting so cocky for!"

"Tai Long, keep your voice down."

"Don't go looking for trouble!"

All six of them were Soul Grand Masters with naturally keen hearing, not to mention that Tai Long was doing it on purpose and made no attempt to lower his volume.

The six of them stopped in unison, turned around, and stared at Tai Long. Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng spoke in unison, "What did you say?"

Ling Yun carefully sized up Tai Long; he looked to be about fourteen years old, standing around 1.75 meters tall, with his most prominent feature being his exaggerated muscles—his arms were nearly as thick as Yu Tianheng's legs.

Ling Yun had a deep impression of Tai Long, which gave him a vivid understanding of the phrase "the small one gets beaten, the big one comes out."

After Tai Long took a fancy to Xiao Wu and challenged Tang San to a fight, he ended up getting taught a lesson by Tang San; immediately after, his father came to cause trouble for Tang San and was taken down by Tang San's poison, and that wasn't even the end of it—Tai Long's grandfather came next.

And that turned out well; his grandfather forced out Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul and directly acknowledged Tang San as the Young Master.

Tai Long stared straight at Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, saying with a provocative tone, "I said, what the hell are you acting so cocky for! Did you hear that clearly?"

Tai Long wasn't afraid in the slightest; he was the grandson of the Strength Clan's patriarch. The Strength Clan were pure power-type soul masters, and every soul ring they added focused on strength, all for the sake of that ultimate explosive power.

His grandfather, Tai Tan, was currently an 85th-level Soul Douluo, and in terms of pure strength alone, he surpassed even some Title Douluos; this was the source of his confidence.

"Was I wrong? A bunch of gorgeously dressed spoiled brats—seeing everyone move away from you, do you think it's only natural and feel incredibly smug inside? You are the type of people I despise the most."

"Pah! Those spoiled brats don't amount to anything; they aren't even worthy of being compared to us."

Yu Tianheng felt insulted.

The six of them were just walking normally; they hadn't insulted anyone with their words, nor had they shoved anyone.

They were just walking honestly, thinking about going to get a meal.

To encounter something like this, Yu Tianheng felt that today was just not a good day to go out; it was simply frustrating.

"In my opinion, you're no different; you're all cut from the same cloth!"

"Tai Long, say less!" The one who urged him was a tall, thin man with a slightly wretched appearance, a slender build, pale skin, prominent knuckles, and dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he hadn't slept for three days and nights.

"Jing Ling, you coward, what are you afraid of? I'm here, aren't I!"

Tai Long didn't appreciate the advice at all, his gaze fixed on the leader, Yu Tianheng, his eyes full of contempt. "I see you're a soul master too; dare to spar with me?"

"Bring it on! I'm going to beat you into a pig's head."

Yu Tianheng charged out immediately. Tai Long struck a pose on the spot, hammering his own chest with both fists; the muffled sound of his fists colliding with his pectoral muscles demonstrated his unparalleled strength.

When Yu Tianheng rushed in front of him, he met him with a straight punch.

The surrounding commoners consciously scattered, hiding to the side to watch; they loved watching battles between soul masters the most.

You had to pay to enter the Great Soul Arena, so if you had the chance to see one on the street, you couldn't miss it.

Ling Yun and the others also watched from the side, their expressions focused, ready to join the brawl at any moment.

Seeing that their side didn't have the numerical advantage, Jing Ling decided to observe the situation first; if Tai Long gained the absolute upper hand, he would jump in to strike a few blows, otherwise, it was better to let Tai Long take the brunt of it alone.

This wasn't him being disloyal; who told Tai Long to have such a foul mouth!

After Yu Tianheng's fist slammed into Tai Long's, the momentum of his high-speed charge was blocked.

A numbing sensation traveled through his entire arm.

Looking at Tai Long, he stabilized his body after taking only two steps back, and his second punch was already headed straight for Yu Tianheng's face.

"What immense strength!"

"This young master just has a lot of strength; competing with me in power makes you a weakling!" Tai Long didn't mince words after gaining the advantage in strength.

"Heh, I admit your strength is greater than mine, but strength alone isn't enough. I said I would beat you into a pig's head, and I will."

"Let me be the one to beat you into a pig's head instead!"

Tai Long's fist whistled through the air, slamming fiercely toward Yu Tianheng's face. Yu Tianheng crossed his arms in front of him, only to be knocked back several steps, a burning pain radiating through his arms.

Tai Long stomped his feet and closed the distance rapidly. A flash of blue light appeared on Yu Tianheng's forehead, and he initiated Martial Soul Possession.

Blue-purple lightning crackled in the air, his right arm transformed into a dragon's, and his first soul ring lit up in an instant as the Thunder Dragon Claw appeared.

Tai Long sensed the danger, stopped in his tracks, and initiated Martial Soul Possession. His entire body grew taller, his arms became thicker and larger, dense fur sprouted, and his muscles became even more solid and exaggerated, looking filled with raw power.

Jing Ling saw this and felt extremely fortunate that he hadn't intervened; he never expected that the person Tai Long had casually provoked belonged to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"You are from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"Great Strength Gorilla martial soul, you are from the Strength Clan."

"It was a misunderstanding earlier. I am a student of Blue Tyrant Academy, and I apologize to you!" Tai Long retracted his martial soul and changed his attitude.

He had heard that the Dean, Liu Erlong, was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If the Dean were to find out about this, he didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

Upon hearing "Blue Tyrant Academy," Yu Tianheng also ceased his movements. The Dean of Blue Tyrant Academy was his own aunt, and he had visited the academy a few times, though he had never encountered Tai Long.

"We were simply walking along minding our own business; how did we become spoiled brats in your mouth?"

"A misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding!"

Yu Tianheng merely felt bored and gestured for his companions to continue on their way to eat.

The surrounding spectators were deeply disappointed and began to disperse one after another.

Jing Ling stepped forward, and Tai Long glanced at him, saying, "You coward, you're really not loyal; you didn't even offer to help me."

"You weren't exactly losing, were you?"

"That's true!" Tai Long appeared high-spirited. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was certainly not weak in terms of power, and even though his own spirit power was inferior to Yu Tianheng's, he was still stronger in raw strength, which made him quite proud.

"It's a pity my grandfather isn't a Titled Douluo yet; otherwise, I would have definitely fought him to a standstill."

At this moment, Tai Long couldn't help but feel that his grandfather was a bit weak.